7 your anger rolls over melike ocean waves.
8 You have made my friends turnin horror from me.I am a prisonerwho cannot escape,
9 and I am almost blindbecause of my sorrow.Each day I lift my handsin prayer to you, Lord.
10 Do you work miraclesfor the dead?Do they stand upand praise you?
11 Are your love and loyaltyannounced in the worldof the dead?
12 Do they know of your miraclesor your saving powerin the dark world belowwhere all is forgotten?
13 Each morning I prayto you, Lord.